resentment of living in the little things, of being happy in the repercussions of a single manner one does. they are the ones neglected because just as they are the beads of happiness in our every day, they are, constant miniature of what is unrequited.
I always slip into reverie during long train rides…pleasantly lost on my own thoughts. After a fanciful musings, I’ll get lost in the crowd. Whew, rush hour!
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